My old friend.
How happy I was to pull you from the wardrobe today.
It was my horror to find a hole in the front of you.
We discussed sweater surgery,
but you were beyond repair.
So it was my sad news
to have to throw you in the refuse.
I will miss you my old, brown friend.
The warm embrace of your cashmere,
wrapped around me on a cold winters day.
The comfort of being stretched-out just ‘so’
as to rival the most comfy college Tee.
I will miss having a sweater that matches everything
My wardrobe ‘go-to’,
now a footnote in my style notebook.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to replace you,
my favourite cashmere sweater.
A sad day in closet land,